As the days add up, the pressure to gobble up all Malaysian food increases.

Non conformists cracks me up. The idea is interesting, sure, and I myself can be very against the norm, but honestly there's just too many of them shouting around, it's hilarious.

Today, I learned two things. Faith can blind a man up to the extent of leaving him vulnerable instead of defending him.

And when you hit rock bottom, it's more comfortable staying still then trying to get back up.


I don't know if the final realization of 'life moving on' is getting to me more than it should or whatever, but everything feels gloomy today. Denial doesn't work anymore and dissapointments works all too well.

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I played Toccata and Fugue in D minor to my sister's blind turtles just now. I figured if their sight is gone, maybe their hearing is enchanced. They looked like they enjoyed it. Maybe they'll grow up musically inclined. Like Frankie the mafia singing frog in Meet the Robinsons.






My mom is so determined to recover their sights back. She's all 'Tomorrow morning we, as in me and you, go to the vet!' And she talks to them too. I'm like 'You know if they're dogs, they'd bark back. Just saying.'